The System Let Me Go Fortune Telling

Chapter 648

Looking at dozens of heartless, insane mental patients, Xiang Donglin felt like crying without tears.

Seeing that the money on the account is getting less and less, the workers’ wages, utility bills, and life fees can’t be paid. Xiang Donglin and Zhao Guangwu discussed for a day and night, and finally decided to expand the scope of fundraising.

Xiang Donglin was in charge of the provincial capital, and Zhao Guangwu went to Xilin City.

However, it is conceivable that neither of them gained much. Most of them treated them as liars and directly invited them out of the office.

Finally, at a small noodle restaurant, Zhao Guangwu asked the boss, and the boss kindly pointed him to Wangfeng Temple, because Wangfeng Temple donated 50 million charity funds that time. It has been a year or two, and maybe a lot of money has been saved.

Zhao Guangwu decided to give it a try. He planned to burn incense at Wangfeng Temple anyway.

Walking on the rugged mountain road, Zhao Guangwu had a strange and complicated mood. They were all monasteries and folks, so he actually wanted to hit the autumn breeze of the monastery.

Daddy may also be regarded as the number one person in the world.

But this is related to the lives of dozens of people. No, it’s a matter of survival. Zhao Guangwu didn’t plan to have this old face either.

Now that his wife and home are gone, what else can he not lose?

He happens to be a bald head, and he is considered to be a family with the monk. I hope that those bald heads who live in the temple have a little bit of compassion from the Buddha.

When I came to Wangfeng Temple, I asked for a long time before I found the “Senior Monk”. Zhao Guangwu didn’t directly explain his intentions, but said that he met Master Jinglin euphemistically.

“You came to the wrong place.”

Zhao Guangwu twitched his mouth. He hasn’t said anything about looking for Master Jinglin, so he will be swept out?

Brother, are you still a part-time sweeping monk?

“I’m looking for Master Jinglin to really have something, a very important thing.”

“No matter how important it is,” the Zhike monk said blankly, “Master Jinglin is no longer in the temple.”

Gone?

Zhao Guangwu thought for a while, could it be that after three years in the black factory, his information has expired?

“The current host is fine too,” Zhao Guangwu said quickly.

“Master Jingzhi is in Closed Door Training, there may be no way.”

Zhao Guangwu came with hope, but he touched a soft nail.

But no matter what he said, the Zhike Seng just said that he hosted the Closed Door Training and didn’t see anyone.

Finally, he sighed deeply in his heart, and it seemed that this autumn wind could not be done.

This time I came to Xilin City, not only didn’t ask for a cent to donate, but also spent a lot of money. How can I explain to Xiang Donglin when I go back?

He was sitting on the feldspar outside the door of Wangfeng Temple, breathing thick smoke bit by bit.

Seeing an endless stream of pilgrims coming to Wangfeng Temple to burn incense, all of them were full of energy and smiling. He had the heart to write a sign and knelt here to beg them for alms.

The monks in this monastery don’t lack food. Can you donate the money to me?

“donor.”

At this time, a voice rang behind him. Zhao Guangwu looked back and found that it was a kind-looking, thin old monk, carrying a very fashionable Nike backpack on one shoulder, wearing Nike shoes, and holding a fruit phone in his hand.

This monk is quite trendy.

It looks like it is not the monk in this monastery. It is estimated that he came to “walk with relatives.”

Before he could speak, the old monk smiled and asked, “I think the donor is frowning, is there something wrong with you?”

“Thank you, Master, for your concern, it’s a little bothersome.”

The old monk also sat down on the cold stone and said, “Whether the donor is willing to tell the old monk, maybe the old monk can solve the problem for the donor.”

Zhao Guangwu thought what could you solve me, I want money, a lot of money, can you give it to me?

However, at this time, Zhao Guangwu also wanted to find someone to talk about his boredom, so he briefly talked about the lunatic asylum.

“I know that we are a little overwhelmed with this matter,” Zhao Guangwu said at last, “but the matter has reached this point, and now no one wants to accept these patients, I don’t know what to do.”

“Amitābha, the donor is compassionate.” The old monk said calmly after hearing this, “If the donor is willing, I have a way to solve the donor’s troubles.”

How to deal with it?

Let me enter the empty door like you?

Zhao Guangwu said in his heart that I don’t care, anyway, there is nothing now, but how can he be worthy of Xiang Donglin by doing this?

He must at least settle the dozens of mental patients before he can make other plans.

“You come with me.”

The old monk said that he got up and walked down the mountain. Zhao Guangwu sat there thinking for a while, finally put his bag on his back and quickly followed.

Anyway, there is no other way now, it is better to follow the old monk to see.

What if he really has a way?

Along the winding road, they came to a large courtyard, and the old monk strode in.

Chen Shangwu also followed into the courtyard, and suddenly a sense of coolness came to him. The sweat on his body and the irritability in his heart seemed to be swept away in an instant.

He looked up at the blazing sun in the sky, and thought this yard was a bit weird.

“Hey, the old monk is back.”

Sitting in the grass cottage, Wu Jun, who was giving everyone a meeting, was a little surprised.

The old monk did not come back during the Chinese New Year. Did you come back to escape the heat on this hot day?

And also accepting apprentices!

“Little Master, it’s been a long time.”

“have not seen you for a long time.”

After Wu Jun let the old monk sit down, he was about to arrange for his apprentice to do it. As a result, a golden card appeared in his sea of ​​knowledge.

Zhao Bald?

Wu Jun looked at Zhao Guangwu, who was thinner than the last time he met, and felt that the world was a bit too small.

“It’s you?”

Zhao Guangtou also recognized Wu Jun at this time, but his mind hadn’t turned around for a while.

Isn’t this brother from the special forces, or from the dragon group, how could he be here?

“Hehe, what a coincidence, please sit down.” Wu Jun said with a smile, “Why, how long hasn’t seen you before, have you decided to learn art from Master Jinglin?”

Zhao Guangwu was shocked again, turned his head and looked at the old monk just now. He is Master Jinglin?

Didn’t it mean that he is no longer in Wangfeng Temple? Why did you meet him again?

There are too many coincidences today, he couldn’t accept it for a while.

The old monk said with a smile: “Little Master, you already know things.”

Wu Jun: …I don’t know yet!

But since the old monk said that, it must be something, so he updated Zhao Guangwu’s image and quickly took a look at his situation in the last two months.

“Brother Zhao,” Wu Jun took a sip while holding a teacup, and said earnestly, “You should learn from Master Jinglin. This is more suitable for your current situation.”

Zhao Guangwu:…

“Brother…no, little master, you are joking,” Zhao Guangwu said bitterly, “I want to follow Master Jinglin, but you probably know some of the mental patients last time. I can’t put it down yet. They don’t care, it’s not in line with my principle.”

Too.

This Zhao Guangwu and Wu Jun still have a good impression. Although he is a bit reckless and his brain is not smart enough, at least he still has a sense of social responsibility.

“Little Master,” said the old monk Jinglin, “I brought him to you, just to see if there is any way to solve this matter.”

Wu Jun thought for a while. It would be nice to solve this problem. The old monk still has a lot of money in his investment here. Randomly transferred a few hundred thousand in the past, which is enough for those people to eat and drink for half a year.

But this cures the symptoms but not the root cause. What should we do after half a year? Will we continue to give money?

Actually it is not possible, but Wu Jun thinks if there is a better way, such as curing all these people’s diseases?

Wu Jun thinks this idea is good, once and for all, it can bring surprises to these mentally ill family members.

It’s just that the money needs to be paid out, so he looked at the old monk: “Master, 54 people, 970,0002. You have to pay for this treatment.”

“Amitābha,” the old monk said with a smile, “as long as the little master is willing to make a move, the old monk will pay the money.”

Wu Jun nodded without explaining too much. He believed that the old monk would understand why he had to ask him to collect money.

So he turned his head and said to Zhao Guangwu: “You came here quite coincidentally this time, and I will be away one day later. In this way, you can go back now and pick up all the mental patients.”

“Pick up… where did you get it?”

“here.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Cure.” Wu Jun said, “I will cure all these people, and then give you their home addresses, and you will be responsible for sending them back, and this matter will come to an end.”

Zhao Guangwu had no idea what happened.

Cure?

Those people are all mentally ill, can they be cured if they are cured?

If it were so easy, there would not be so many mental hospitals in China!

And what does the 970,000 2 of the little master mean?

No, who is the most important brother who will heal the disease?

Chaos, Zhao Guangwu felt that he was going crazy.

So he calmed himself down, pondered the language, and then carefully asked: “Little Master, what do you…what do you do?”

“Me?” Wu Jun thought for a while, “Actually I am a fortune teller.”

Zhao Guangwu: …Why started fortune-telling again? He is getting more and more confused now.

“Donor Zhao,” the old monk said at this time, “Since the little master asked you to do this, you can do it as soon as possible. There is nothing wrong with it.”

Speaking, the old monk took out his mobile phone, added Zhao Guangwu’s WeChat, and quickly transferred 5,000 yuan to him: “This is the toll.”

Zhao Guangwu accepted the money in a little embarrassment, sighing again and again, until he got on the bus back, he still felt like he was in a dream.

Thinking of him and Xiang Donglin, they raised money everywhere like beggars, and got nothing.

As a result, I thought that the mountains and rivers were exhausted, but suddenly I met an old monk, and then I was in the dark.

This change came too fast, like a tornado.

Had it not been for the 5,000 yuan in WeChat to be real, he would definitely suspect it was a dream.

Looking at the rapidly changing scenery outside the car window, Zhao Guangwu sighed.

Daddy really hit the monk’s autumn breeze this time!